#concrete jungle fanfic
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H4CK3R: 00
Summary: Set in during the CONCRETE JUNGLE COMICS there exists a fifth member of the BAD OMENS SYNDICATE - an anonymous being known to the masses as "THE HACKER".
Please note that I have read all 4 comics that are currently out and this will not be spoiler free nor will it comply completely to comic canon.
Tags: minor smut in the form of fingering and vague depictions of body horror. Noah x original transmasc character who uses they/he pronouns.
Word count: 1,126. This is a prequel chapter.
The room was dark - almost pitch black, save for the glow of the screen that illuminated the person at the computer. They wore all black and a helmet that covered their features, but he knew what many didn't. He knew what lie beneath the helmet.
Noah pulls their chair back and with ease maneuvers them so that they're now sitting on his lap. “All work and no play,” he says softly, a hand running up their leg suggestively, “means you're just going to crash.” His hand comes to a stop at the apex between their thighs and their legs part instinctively, giving him better access to cup them through the fabric of their clothing.
“If I don't work, how will we defeat The Rule Maker or any of the Powers at Play?”
His hand trails down the front of their pants so he can rub two fingers over their panties. “You're pretty wet for someone who's making excuses,” comes Noah's response. His hand slides into their panties, fingers rubbing their clit, causing them to squirm in his lap.
The door opens and the lights switch on, illuminating the room and its occupants entirely. “Let him work,” Jolly says, tone scolding Noah for his interruption of the work being done. “We have work to do.”
Noah withdraws his hand, earning a whimper of dissatisfaction from the one in his lap. “Later,” Noah promises, sucking his fingers into his mouth to savor their taste.
“From the minds who created… well… MIND, there's something new coming. From their files, I can see that they think it's going to be quite revolutionary. Artificial Intelligence in a real, walking, talking cybernetic, artificially created body,” the one in Noah's lap gestures to his computer, to the systems they'd hacked into. “Real miracle what they can do these days.”
“So what? More AI shit? Are you worried about it?” Noah asks, tapping on the top of the helmet. “I'm so sick of social online idiocy and the way it erases the masses and their individuality. But is this so different then what we're already up against?”
“I don't know, the project isn't finished yet. Imagine if it has even half the power of MIND,” the hop off Noah's lap and turn towards Jolly. “I need time to recharge, mind letting Noah and I have some privacy?”
Jolly sighs, mutters something about them both being incorrigible and leaves. Once the door shuts, the helmet comes off, revealing neon colored eyes that claim the owner isn't fully human. He used to be - once upon a time before ending up with a few cyber parts. It wasn't a choice they were given though. The choice had been made for him a long time ago.
Placing the helmet on the computer desk, he takes a few steps over to a futon on the floor, falling backwards until he lays sprawled out on it. They open their arms towards Noah. “Cuddles?”
Immediately, Noah lays on them, giving into his request for cuddles. “Do you need to really recharge or was that just a line to get rid of Jolly?”
“A little of both,” they respond with a chuckle, fingers running through Noah's brunette hair. “The internal batteries in my mechanical spine that keeps my eyes functioning is at 66%.”
“Sleep,” Noah gets up, kisses their forehead. “I'll take care of you while you recharge.”
Sleep takes them quickly and it is dreamless, as it has been since the implants. All the while, Noah lays beside him - beside the half cyborg hacker that had saved him once before, a long time ago and had, in the process, stolen his heart away.
He brushes hair out of their face and kisses his cheeks. “Bad Omens are going to change the world - I won't stop until I've liberated the Concrete Jungle - and then everywhere else. And then we'll settle down like couples did before the world ended and was born again wrong.” Promises that Noah makes nightly, promises he means to keep.
If The Hacker could dream, perhaps they'd dream about the past…
Rewind the clock a decade, back when the Concrete Jungle was a lot more lawless than it is now. Back when MIND had just been introduced.
The creators behind MIND had a lot of hopeful advancements up their sleeves from artificial ways to re-live and stay in your best memories and even medical technology that was supposed to help the disabled. For a price, or course. Everything comes at a price.
The only problem was getting the technology tested and what's a megacorporation with morals based on greed supposed to do other than illegally test their products on unwilling participants. All of whom had no one who would notice them being snatched up off the streets, had no one who would look for them or mourn the loss of them.
The Hacker, before they had taken on that title, had been one of those misfortunate few. Taken off the street and brought to a lab where they were cut open against his will.
His screams ignored as he was held down by straps connected to the surgery table as scientists and doctors alike spent hours replacing his the bones in his spine with their tech.
It took months to relearn how to walk, to move, to talk, to get used to the new cybernetic replacement of his spine. All the while he was studied like a rat. When the healing was finally close enough to complete and their motor functions back to normal, they were strapped down again and this time it was their eyes that were replaced.
What they were given was supposed to be better. Technology that scanned his surroundings, sending signals to the brain that told his brain he was seeing like a normal human except the sight was clearer, stronger than even 20/20 vision should be. His eyes were miniature computers, hardwired and battery powered by something in his new spine.
There weren't many who survived this torture and mutilation in the name of scientific and medical advancement. He wouldn't have survived if it wasn't for the revolt that took place one day in the facility. Patients turning against their captors, dying if it meant taking everyone with them. In the chaos, he had escaped.
And in the years since, he had vowed to destroy those in charge, who had allowed such horror to be committed. He had only been a teenager back then, but since that time he'd grown into an anonymous being of power, referred to by those who didn't know them as “THE H4CK3R.”
But now he didn't work alone - now he was a faceless member of the BAD OMENS SYNDICATE.
And they were going to change the whole world.
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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
CHAPTER ONE
Bad Omens x Star Wars
Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader
CW: pet play if you squint, oral (male receiving)
Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was.
A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @cyrusunderscore, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable.
Word Count: 2k
Crossposted: Wattpad & A03
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May the Force be with you✨
You wake up to your wrist comm beeping. It’s your best friend in the entire galaxy; Skylar, messaging you to wish you a happy birthday.
*BEEP BEEP*
*BEEP BEEP*
*BEEP BEEP*
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Sky: Wake up, Bitch it’s your birthday! LET’S PARTY!
Sky: WAKE
Sky: UP
SKY: Remember the plan for tonight, 2300.
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“Shit,” you curse under your breath, ripping the covers off the bed and stumbling into your en suite bathroom. You look in the mirror at your reflection and inwardly groan. You rub your tired eyes and splash cold water on your face in a feeble attempt to wake yourself. It doesn’t work. You hurriedly apply makeup to your face to look presentable in front of your family.
It’s your 21st birthday and on each and every birthday your family makes a big deal about it, especially your father. You are his only child of course. His precious little princess. You aren’t so little anymore. And you don’t like being called ‘princess’.
You rush around like a tornado; getting dressed for your usual birthday breakfast. When you open the door you hear your parents calling for you.
“Happy birthday, sweety!” Your parents say in unison.
“Thanks,” you feign enthusiasm for their benefit; not your own.
You can feel your parents' excitement ooze from them as they present you with your birthday breakfast. It makes you want to vomit. But you know they love you.
Your wrist comm beeps again to remind you of today's martial arts class. You thank the stars above that you have something to distract you from your parents- at least for a little while. You quickly shovel food down your throat, very ungracefully of course, while apologizing to your parents for leaving the table early. Your father still has strict rules about eating together as a family, because it's your birthday so he lets it slide this time.
When you return home you find the house to be empty. As you roll your eyes, you think about how your parents are always busy- even on your birthday. Why can't I just get one day to spend time with them? You may find their expression of love for you to be suffocating, but they are the only family you have. You shake the thought from your head and sprint up the stairs to prepare for the evening. Unsurprisingly, you find a light gray dress lying on your bed. Gray is your family color which seeps into everything your family does: what you wear, the color of the walls and furniture is gray, to the car your family travels in. The dress is made from the finest cotton from Naboo. Despite its simple high neck and long sleeves– which your father deems modest–, it will still show off your curves. After a quick shower, you curl your hair and put light makeup on to compliment the outfit.
As you ascend the staircase to the main level of your family’s elegant Coruscant apartment, you feel your heart flutter with anticipation. Remember the plan: get through this party, sneak out undetected, and meet up with Sky. What could go wrong? A warm smile spreads across your face as you catch a glimpse of your parents laughing with someone you don’t recognize. As you make your way to your parents, more and more unfamiliar people are filling your home. You wonder if they are here for you, or to get closer to your father, the senator. As you approach your father’s side, you plaster on a perfectly crafted smile. As your father introduces you to the gentlemen, your whole body freezes as you force yourself to shake the man’s hand and not recoil in fear. A fuzzy memory from your childhood pops into your head of this man and your father in his office. Lots of yelling, broken glass, and amber liquid on the ground.
The last thing you remember is a pair of deep brown eyes; quiet and watching. As you release your hand, you automatically respond with a forced “Thank you.” Your father leans over and whispers in your ear that he has important business to take care of. You nod expectantly to hide your rolling eyes and slyly wipe your hands on your dress from the awful encounter. As your parents go their separate ways your stomach reminds you that you've barely eaten. You drink, eat, and dance to pass the time as the sun begins to set.
Suddenly, a loud noise from upstairs tears you from your rhythmic trance.
You look around to see that everyone is dancing and enjoying themselves. You must have been the only one to hear it. You casually and cautiously make your way to the stairs. You are only a few steps from the top of the staircase when you hear the office door creak open and your father’s intimidating voice fills the hallway.
“Get Mikkah in here NOW!”
Without a second thought, you sprint the remaining distance to your room just as someone leaves the office. Finally safe, you collapse against the door for a few breaths before running around your room like a Gryffus without a head to pack your “go-bag”. Just as you are about to put your hand on the doorknob, you hear the familiar thud of Mikkah’s signature leather boots against the marble steps. Mikkah has been your father’s bodyguard for years now. He’s not much older than you and has been with your family since you were a girl.
You exhale the curse that was forming on your lips and shut the lights off in your room. You hold your breath as his footsteps near. The office door slams shut. Mikkah must be pissed. You pray to the stars above that you will survive this night. Cautiously, you open the door and peer out to see the hallway is empty. In utter relief, an audible sigh slips from your lips. “Fuck that was close.”
When the world remains still, you dash down the steps. The music gets louder as you feel the vibrations that make you quicken your pace. The crowd is a sea of people that anyone can easily disappear into. Maybe this will work, you think to yourself. You push your way through the enormous crowd and, in what feels like an eternity, finally, you see the finish line. The front door. The same one that holds your ticket to a night of questionable choices, but towards fun nonetheless. As your hand reaches out to touch the cold door knob, you hear hurried smacks of leather ricochet off marble steps as many pairs of boots come rushing to the bottom. As you turn to leave, the hair on your neck suddenly stands straight as a beskar spear. Bright and burning green eyes pierce your soul. You immediately freeze on the spot as time slows around you. Your heart stops too, thinking you’re about to get caught, but you’ve already put your plans in motion, and nothing stops you now. You flash an apologetic smile to those burning eyes; to Mikkah, then dash into a nearby turbolift with only one thought- freedom.
As you approach the apartment complex's lobby, you see the one person you desperately need right now; Skylar. She is dressed from head to toe in black including her eyeshadow and lipstick. Her beaming bright smile and blue hair contrast the darkness in her attire.
“Cute shoes,” she scoffs as she peers at your feet. You changed into soft shoes so you could run faster. You shrug at her comment. “You should have seen Mikkah’s face when he caught me leaving,” you shove Skylar’s shoulder playfully as you leave the building. “Can’t wait to hear all about your little escapade!” Skylar beams as you both get in the air taxi.
It starts to rain as you descend the many levels of Coruscant. You have always been within the surface of the city planet. Nerves grip your stomach as tales from your childhood ring a warning in your head.
“Hey, buddy can you put up the privacy screen for my girl here?” Skylar yelled at the driver. He grunted in response but raised the glass partition.
“Sky-”
“It’s fine, get dressed back here. He won’t be able to see you, I promise.”
Sky squeezes your hand. The gentle pressure helps you calm down immensely. She always knows how to help center you.
“I can turn away if you want me to?” A playful smirk crosses her lips. She knows your answer before you even have the chance to open your mouth. She turns away still holding your hand. You squeeze her hand back before you let it slide off your shoes. You shimmy out of your dress and quickly slide on the new dress that is sure to catch some eyes tonight. It sparkles like the twilight sky; dark charcoal with radiant constellations of silver sequins. You tug your dress down your thigh for comfort and cross your ankles, nervously. Goodbye, father's little obedient girl, and hello to the new me…well at least for tonight that is.
During the ride, your eyes slowly drift towards the scene outside the window as Skylar's voice fades in the background. Too bewitched by the view to pay attention to her droning on about the men she has been sleeping with, you greedily drink up the city soaked in a neon glow and graffiti-covered concrete walls. The dilapidated scene starkly contrasts the immaculate city on the surface.
It’s dangerous down at this level. You’ve heard rumors that no polic force ventures to this level of the planet. What if someone finds out you are the senator’s daughter? What if you get taken? You desperately try to shake the thoughts from your head.
All too soon the car comes to an abrupt halt in a dark alleyway only illuminated by the bright full moon. Your eyes make out a long line of people; humans, androids, Twi'leks, Togrutas, and species you've never seen before standing by a large building with synthesized music emanating from its red double doors.
"Welcome to the Concrete Jungle, " Sky beams as she takes your hand and pulls you from your thoughts and the taxi.
I stand tall overlooking the crowd of my second-story office. Head to toe in my signature black outfit. In the privacy of my nightclub, The Concrete Jungle, I don’t need to wear a mask to conceal my identity. The lowlife-my people- know who I am. They are safe to be whomever they desire.
Tonight I get to watch them while they are completely oblivious. I hum the song that reverberates through the wall until a knock on the door rudely interrupts me.
"Come in," My voice comes out sharp like the Mandalorian Kal fastened to my belt. Ever fought a Mandalorian? No? I stabbed him right under the helmet with his own knife…
"Sir, your father is dead. "
I curse inwardly keeping my face still as beskar. Hot anger pulses through my body and I slam my fist onto the window.
"Call Nashira. Now," A low growl escapes my lips.
"Of course."
When a knock on the door finally comes, I turn from the window to see Madam Lyra leading a crawling female Twi'lek on a leash.
"Thank you, Madam Lyra," I say as she hands me Nashira’s signature leather leash. I nod and Madam Lyra dismisses herself from the office.
With a silent command, I point to the rug on the floor. Without hesitation, the Twi'lek crawls on all fours to the thick furry rug beside the desk. I add another finger pointing down and Nashira kneels.
"That's my good pet," I chuckle softly as Nashira nuzzles against my outstretched hand. I gently caress her lekku with slender tattooed fingers. This causes a soft moan to slip from her mouth. Her bright yellow eyes shimmer with desire.
"So needy for my touch," I tsk.
I sit down on the leather desk chair and begin rubbing against the growing erection that tightens my pants. Nashira crawls between my legs, as I pull out my throbbing cock. I tap two fingers on my pet's cheek, the signal for "open" and she does just that. She licks and kisses my cock teasingly.
But tonight I am in no mood for games as I clutch both of Nashira's lekku and pry her petite mouth open. I push my thick hard cock into her warm mouth until she gags- a warning and punishment. Her eyes squeeze shut as she adjusts to the invasion. I slowly withdraw from her mouth, and before my tip reaches her lips she lets out a small whimper. I slam my cock into the back of her throat and she starts to suck.
Pressure builds in my core as I slump back in my chair. Nashira quickens her pace, sloppy and hungry. My core tenses and eyelids get heavy. On the edge of euphoria, a flash of light catches my eye; stealing me of my bliss. Frustrated, I push Nashira off, and point to the door, silently commanding her to leave. Nashira scampers to her feet and bows her head lowly before leaving the room.
Once again alone, I approach the window in search of the distraction: A human girl in a short gray dress. Under the strobe lights, her shimmering dress reflects a kaleidoscope of color. She is dancing in the middle of the crowd, arms swinging above her head immersed in complete abandon.
Craving the rush, I start stroking my cock as she sways her hips to the song's beat. My jaw clenches as I tighten my grip. My thighs begin to tense and I rest my free arm against the window for stability.
I stroke my length faster and faster in tempo with the pulsing beat of the music below. On the edge of climax, I suddenly make eye contact with the girl in that damn dress. Euphoria ripples through my body in waves as I cum all over the window.
“Fuck.” I sigh as I pull my pants back on. As my mind floats back to reality; my vision is filled with her; this obvious outsider. My new plaything. My heartbeat quickens at the thought of her. And I stalk out of my office with only one thought on my mind- find out everything about her.
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In a Concrete Jungle - Chapter 1 "The Meeting"
Noah Sebastian x OFC (Aurey)
(pictures edited by me. Originals url linked on the pictures.)
A/N : Oh my, I'm back after a long break and work on this fanfic. Took me a while as you can notice, but I'm glad on how the first chapter turned out already. Again this is going to be a long story, so I'm going to take my time by writting it. I hope you'll like this one ! :D Let me know if I've forgot anything and your thoughts about it ! <3
Warnings/Tags : Strangers/Enemies to Lovers trope, violence, blood, post-apocalyptical universe, "no god, no religion" vibe (I don't mean any form of disrespect in any religion), mention of trauma, death, loss, drugs, mental and physical abuse, trust and abandonment issues. (Just in case MDNI please).
Disclaimer : I haven’t read the comic book “Concrete Jungle” written by Noah Sebastian and illustrated by many cover artists such as Nicola Izzo, Jeremy Wilson and many more, so I don’t know much about the lore and the universe. I just got inspired by the song and the few panels of the comic book that I saw about it. The rest is a pure work of my imagination and it’s not related to anything official. Nothing is canonically official. This is totally fanfiction. And so this is how I pictured the world in the song “Concrete Jungle”.
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The four men arrived at a strange building. It was half destroyed but still inhabited. The dark clouds of smoke outside gave a gloomy appearance to it. They saw a lot of old burned cars, with more wires and barbed strings surrounding the whole building, like a barricade or a fortress. Once they parked their car, they got out one by one, slowly, observing their surroundings. Noah and Nicholas were the first ones to cover their nose as they just breathed the heavy air from outside. It smelled like burned gas.
They were carefully being watched by some kind of military guards. Some of them looked like cops, others looked like simple soldiers, with their guns, helmets and respirators. Two other security agents, wearing the same black gear with a bulletproof vest were close to the door of the old building. They were talking to their headset radio, before another man arrived outside. Then, all three walked towards the newcomers, welcoming them.
“Are you the BAD OMENS syndicate ?”
“That’s us.” Jolly spoke.
“I’m Leo. I’ll be your guide here. Follow me, Mister Charles is waiting for you.”
The security guard turned on his heels, heading to the entrance of the building again. Jolly took the lead of the group, followed by Folio and Ruffilo, while Noah closed the queue. His hands in his pockets, he was looking everywhere, paying attention to every detail around him. He looked up and saw a lion symbol in a crescent shape decorating the pediment, proudly. He read “Golden Lion”. Before the short dark brown-haired man could ask anything, the security guard turned around, facing the group.
“Welcome to the Golden Lion’s den.”
The so-called “den” looked bigger from the inside than the outside. The bricks were about to crumble at any second but somehow it managed to stay in place. That didn’t bother at all those who lived here. Once the group entered the building, they couldn’t see a thing. There was a huge darkened hallway barely lightened up, the electricity flickering randomly. The security guard explained to Noah and his friends this floor was hardly occupied by the mafia members and it was only dedicated to training.
“...The first floor is for common places, like the dorms, bathroom and kitchen. The second floor is where the chief’s office is and where the guest rooms are. Plus the rooms of the elite guards. As for the third floor, it’s the boss' personal quarters only with his closest bodyguards” Leo continued to explain before stopping in a caged room. “Let’s take the elevator to go faster.”
There wasn’t any space in the so-called elevator. It was just enough to fit them all five.
“Looks like this place needs some work done” Folio jested, noticing the gravel falling from the ceiling.
But Leo replied calmly, not paying attention to the joke.
“Well, unfortunately we don't always have the time to repair when the Resistance or the other gangs are planning any other attack against us.”
Feeling a bit shameful, Folio didn’t dare to make any other remark and just kept silent.
“The Resistance ?” Nick asked, curious.
“My boss will explain everything to you soon enough.”
The gear sound of the elevator, reaching his destination, brought everyone back to the present. Even though they were all calm, deep down Noah couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious, anticipating the important meeting with one of the richest individuals in the mafia world. They heard few things about the Golden Lion’s achievements, mostly the grand ones. About how they gained so much money after working in different illegal industries, like drugs, weapons auctions and nightclubs. But it didn’t last too long. They had to leave Hell’s Kitchen, their first base, before the police found them. This was the last news they were ever published after that. And somehow they ended up here. In this No Name town. And it seemed like it was a lair for a lot of gangs to continue their business.
Despite being lost in this flood of thoughts, Noah tried to push his anxiety away, displaying his usual calm and serious expression. He had a lot of questions that were circling in his mind and he hoped he could ask them when the moment came. The security guard guided them to the front door which was lightened inside.
“This is where I must leave. The boss is waiting for you inside. I’ll be going on my daily patrol here, but if you need anything don’t hesitate to look for me and ask. Good luck.”
“Thank you, Leo. Hope to see you soon” Noah spoke, grateful to him.
“See you around, bud’ !” Folio jested to light up the sudden tension and serious mood.
Leo just nodded at them, waving briefly, before walking in the long corridor, checking if everything was normal. Once the sound of his shoes was far enough, the boys entered the room. What they saw next really contrasted with the rest of the building. There were a lot of expensive sofas and leather couches arranged in front of a brown desk. The person who was on the other side of it was a huge sixty-year-old man. On his large fingers, he was wearing golden rings that were decorating his knuckles. Some of them had a lion symbol sculpted on them. Yet, what surprised them the most about this man was his face. A few strands of his grey hair were falling on his forehead, drawing attention to his blue eyes that could see through you, despite being covered by the chubbiness of his cheeks. This man was the perfect mixture of wealth, trickery and disgust. Despite the hideous look of this individual, he had an aura that embodied leadership. You could tell who was in charge here.
“Welcome, gentlemen. Welcome to my den. I’m Big Charles or Big C for my friends. Please, have a seat.” He ordered in a low voice.
The four men did as they were told and took place on the burnt brown couch before Big Charles’ desk.
“I’ve heard a lot of good things about you, BAD OMENS syndicate. I’m glad to see you made it through here. Knowing your presence here fills me with joy.” Big Charles smiled, showing his golden teeth, filling in the void of his dentition.
“We’re honored to hear such great feedback about us, sir. Seems that our reputation precedes us.“ Jolly spoke politely.
“Perhaps you could tell us more about the mission you’ve told us about on the phone, sir? We’re curious to learn more about it.” Noah continued.
“Straight to the point, I see.” Big C chuckled. “Of course. I’m gonna tell you everything you need to know about this mission.” He nodded, intertwining his golden-ringed fingers together, before continuing.
“You see, my gang and I have been facing a difficult situation for a few months. At first, we were handling it thanks to our partners in the city, such as a few minor gangs and some mercenaries. But, we’ve reached a point where even our partnerships have been attacked. And so we don’t have any more resources, like money, weapons and men. I lost so many men during these terrorist attacks. Which is why I called an outside syndicate like you.”
Charles paused, licking his lips to moisten them. He bent over, looking for something in his drawers. He put a whiskey bottle on his desk before turning to his cabinet behind his seat and taking five glasses. Then he poured the liquid into the glasses and handed some of them to the four young men in front of him.
“Have a drink, gentlemen. This one is my favourite ever. You cannot find any better in this dirty town. I have to commission someone from the outside to look for this kind.” Big Charles mumbled. “Anyway, where was I again? Ah yes, the terrorist attacks. They call themselves the "Resistance” or the “Red Sun”. There were a lot of gangs who tried to threaten us, but them... They are a disease to this town. Although they are less numbered compared to us, they always come back. Like a hungry wolf pack. Or rats. I don’t know how they do that, but one thing I’m sure of is they are desperate and evil souls who only kill and steal people like us. We are among those who are trying to survive. And the worst and annoying thing about them is they always know where to hit to weaken us !” Charles spat, angrily slamming his empty glass against his desk.
“So, in other words, this organization you speak of… The Red Sun or Resistance, are they the ones we have to stop ?” Jolly resumed.
“Precisely, my boy. And the best way to stop them is to find where these rats are hiding, find their leader and bring them to the authorities of The Eye.”
Big C suspended his talking, pouring himself another drink and taking immediately a sip of his whiskey, leaving the four men processing the amount of information they received at once.
“What do you mean by The Eye ?” Nicholas asked quietly, breaking the short silence.
“It’s the ruler of the city. Usually, you can see its tower from the outside but because of the weather and the smoke today, you can barely see its light above. Besides watching over us, the citizens, it protects those who obey them by giving supplies, like food, water, medical kits and recently weapons. A lot of gangs depend on their help and partnership, like mine. And we’re not going to let those resistance steal our resources !” Big C replied.
Noah and his companions just nodded their heads in approval, before he decided to speak.
“So, what are you expecting from us, sir? What do we have to do ?”
Big Charles smiled at the professionalism of those young ones.
“For now, your main mission will be to investigate the Red Sun, finding their base and leader. Once it’s done, their attacks will decrease. In return, your reward will be big, I can promise you that. You’ll receive 3 million dollars and more advantages during our cooperation together. As long as you’re here, my most trustworthy guys will ensure your protection. You’ll also have a place to stay and eat and even have a free pass from the nightclub I own. Depending on how efficient you are, it could be done in a month or two, but it won’t last long either way. Leo will give you every detail you need to know about the rules here and your rooms.” Big C paused once more, drinking his fourth sip of whiskey.
“Oh and just so you know, if you’re approving these terms you’ll get a contract with me, under The Eye’s orders. Soon they’ll send us someone to supervise you, making you sign the contract and give your new weapons. I’ll tell you when…”
While Big Charles was rambling, the sound of heels clicking on the black-polished tiling resonated in the whole corridor. The woman in black walked so confidently, smoking nonchalantly with her cigarette inside the building. She took one last puff before crushing the stub under her boots and heading to the usual room of the mafia leader. She opened the door and leaned against the doorframe, so casually, as if she owned the place. Then, she gave a smile to the four gentlemen seated on the brown couch and to the sixty-year-old man in front of them.
“Well, Big C, aren’t you going to introduce me to your guests ?” She asked with a raspy voice.
Charles stood up immediately, leaving his beloved and comfortable burgundy armchair to greet the woman dressed in her long black coat respectfully.
“I wasn’t expecting you to come here so early, dear…” He started, then stopped a second when she glared at him through her red sunglasses, before continuing “...dear Supervisor. It’s an honour to see you. Let me introduce you to the four young men here. They just arrived a few hours ago in town. They are called the BAD OMENS.”
The woman in black just nodded at Big C, pretending to be interested in his words. However, the last part caught her attention. She stared even more at the four young men before her.
“Interesting name’s choice.” She noted, “ At least, we can expect some of your victims to tremble in fear.”
“We prefer to not think about it. Ignoring those who are afraid of us, is to avoid having pity in them. But I guess in this kind of job, we can’t help but feel it no matter what.” Jolly spoke calmly.
“Put the feelings aside, darling.” She replied, waving her hand in an irritated manner, “In here, having pity or mercy is useless. It will only make you hesitate. And being hesitant can cost your life. It’s killing or being killed--”
“And how can we help you, ma’am ?” Noah cut her off, glancing at her with a visible distrust in his dark brown eyes.
With open-wide blue eyes, Charles was about to protest, but the woman in black stopped him with a sign from her gloved hand.
“Fascinating.” She hissed, still with an ominous smile plastered on her face “ I usually encourage any form of audacity, but I must admit this one caught me off guard.”
She went closer to Noah, leaning forward and staring at him with such intensity through her red goggles. The sudden proximity started to make him feel uneasy. The vicious aura of this woman was crushing everyone else in the room. Even Big C felt small compared to her.
“What’s your name, little one ?” She asked.
“Noah.”
“Well, Noah, since it’s your first day here, I’ll let your arrogance slide for this time. But know that I never give second chances when it comes to disrespecting me. Understood?” She warned.
The short brown-haired man simply nodded in silence, trying to remain calm.
“You four will only refer to me as Supervisor, Law or Sir. Is that clear ?”
“Yes, Supervisor.” Noah muttered.
“Good. You’re a quick learner. Maybe you could be a good apprentice for me. I’m looking for a new one, anyway.” She straightened herself, proudly.
Big Charles took this opportunity to talk again.
“Well, Supervisor, since you’re here early, I was wondering if you could register them to The Eye for their contract with the Golden Lion. Also, it would be an honour if you could train them.”
She turned around, facing Charles, her interest and curiosity caught for real this time.
“Oh? That’s a lot of requests, Charles. You’ll owe me for that” She smiled maliciously “In the meantime, I'll take care of the contract at The Eye’s office. This shouldn’t take too long for the equipment either. As for the training, I’ll take only one apprentice. And I think Noah would be a great candidate.”
“Why just him? Can’t you train us as well? We are a team after all.” Folio protested.
“Dear, I only train those who need discipline. If you want to get stronger, just train there. It would be enough. But if you want to be my apprentice so bad, then let’s make a duel. The last one standing will become my trainee. How does that sound? Do you want to kill your friend?” She replied menacingly.
Folio audibly gulped and took a few steps back, like a scared dog in front of a predator. Clearly, her offer didn’t sound that good anymore.
“Good boy. You know your place.” She said, amused.
Then she turned to her left, facing Noah and not paying any more attention to Folio who also felt uneasy
“We’ll talk about your training once you settle here. For now, I’ll be off to the Eye’s tower. You four should come with me to make yourself register. No worries, Big Charles’ guards and mine will accompany us.”
Reluctantly, the four young men followed the woman in black, barely hearing a goodbye from Charles. Once they were all five outside, a long black limousine was waiting for them. Some guards from the Golden Lion were already around it, watching the surrounding area. A man, wearing a black suit and a black ski mask with strange symbols on it, got out of the car saluting the Supervisor. The man barely whispered a few words to her, before she looked up and saw something shiny being dropped above them.
“Get down !!” She screamed, pushing her interlocutor to the ground.
A hand grenade bounced on the limousine’s roof before exploding, two seconds later. The car blew up, the windows burning out and the blast made the nearest people pop out a few meters away. Noah and his companions covered up their faces, protecting themselves from potential projectiles. They got nothing more than scratches. Yet, some security agents weren’t that lucky. Many of them who were around the car got seriously injured, with bleeding faces and fewer limbs. Noah’s ears were still ringing, hardly hearing anything, and his vision was a bit blurry so he was unsure of what he saw from far away. He noticed what looked like a small silhouette, on a building’s balcony, with a weird respirator mask on. It felt like it was staring at them. At least, it is what he thinks he saw, because, in the blink of an eye, the shadow was gone.
His senses were slowly coming back to him when he felt Nick’s hand on his shoulder, checking up on him.
“You’re okay ?” He asked.
“Yeah... I’m fine” The short brown haired replied “But, what was that ?”
“It was a threat.”
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Bad Omens Masterlist
Noah Sebastian x reader
Love Drunk
Something To Remember Me By
I Took Your Keys, It Was Me
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
4am
Sweep Me Off My Feet
You’re Mine
Drabble posts
Noah recording music
Moodboards
Dr Noah Sebastian
Smut prompt requests
“Try again” - Nicholas Ruffilo x reader
“You ’re fucking soaked” - Nicholas Ruffilo x reader
“You’re so gorgeous/ruin me” - Noah Sebastian x reader
“Use my thigh” - Nick Folio x reader
If you have any requests, I’m open to writing up some personal one shots! It might take me a little while, but think it would be a good way to spark some creative juices.
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Noah Sebastian x f!Reader
Genre: from friends to lovers, fluff, +18, smut
Warning: Alcohol, smoking,p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex
Author: I really hope you enjoyed it. This is my first such fic with Noah. And in general, the first big fic. I would also like to remind you that English is not my native language, so I apologize for the mistakes❤️
Part 2
As agreed, you met Noah on Thursday at a small bar near your house. Back then, you couldn't even imagine what it would result in.
Your meetings have become regular. Every Thursday at the bar. After each of your meetings, you became closer.
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" Is it like always today? In our place?" His voice pulls you out of your thoughts.
"Yes, of course." you've already forgotten when you spent Thursday evening not in Noah's company. "But I'm going to be a little late." I have to finish something at work.
"No problem, sunshine, I'll wait." you can hear him smiling into the phone and you also can't help but smile.
Your working day is almost over. It remained to arrange some papers and it was possible to go to a meeting with a friend.
You were literally 15 minutes late. When you entered the bar, you saw Noah. The guy had already ordered himself a whiskey and was quietly sipping a drink while waiting for you.
You came up behind him, putting your hand on his shoulder. He shuddered a little and turned to you, stretching his lips in a smile and jumping off the chair to hug you.
"Oh, you've finally come." The man is hugging you to his broad chest. "I've missed you so much, you should know."
You can't help smiling and hugging him back and you feel a strange tingling sensation in the area of your chest, but you ignore this feeling.
"I missed you too, Noah."
The man sits you down at the bar and sits on the next chair, simultaneously ordering your favorite cocktail.
You sat in the bar for at least two hours before Noah asked you an interesting question.
"Listen, Margot, my friend is having a party tomorrow and... whatever it takes to be with a couple..." Noah hesitated, trying to find the words. "In general, can you come with me?"
You look at the guy, not knowing how to react to such a question. Is he offering you to be his mate? For one evening or in general? Anyway, you decided to translate this into a less embarrassing dialogue.
"Oh, of course, I'll be glad to go with you." You're smiling cheerfully, trying to hide your embarrassment. "You can tell your friends that we're together and I'll even let you give me a peck on the cheek."
Noah smiles back at you, but you can see that something is fading in his eyes.
You sat in the bar for a while longer, talking and joking, but you didn't bring up the topic of your next meeting anymore. You left the bar closer to 12 o'clock in the morning. Noah walked you home as usual. You didn't talk much on the way, although you usually chatted incessantly. The man was clearly lost in his own thoughts, and you decided not to distract him.
When Noah came to your house, he hugged you tightly and said that he would call you closer to the day of the meeting and ran away into the night, not waiting for you to come home.
Shrugging your shoulders, you went into the house, deciding that you would ask about his strange behavior later.
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VIRALITY // 04
04 - Rained In
summary/masterlist: here
word count: 2.4k
crossposted: ao3
pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!oc
a/n: don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)
VALLIE
A slight chill of autumn seeped through the cracked windows of Nicholas' beat-up Ford Focus. The air in the car was awkward and quiet and I spent the first half of the car ride watching the trees as we passed them. Finally, I spoke up with a question that had been bugging me.
"So, is he always like that?" I asked obviously talking about Noah.
He hesitated and kept his eyes focused on the road, "No."
"Then what's his problem?"
Nick let out a long sigh, "You're like, like a threat or something, and he's just overly protective of the band." His right hand rolled in the air matching his syllables.
"Right." I nodded. My eyes wandering up to the messy bun he'd thrown his black hair into. "And that's because...?"
He breathed out in defeat and readjusted his hands on the steering wheel. "It's all he really has." He paused, maybe contemplating further disclosing to me. "The rest of us have other career paths we could fall back on. We all have back-up plans, but this band is all he has." He chose his words carefully.
"Oh." I replied quietly. This new information began to dissolve the distasteful words my brain had logged for him. I rested my arm on the door ledge and watched the fluffy clouds beginning to tint with charcoal. He had somehow found some back road I didn't know about. The route was quite scenic with tall pointy trees and distant mountains, it was extremely refreshing compared to the usual overcrowded LA skyline.
"What about you?" Asked Nicholas, snapping me out of my daze.
"What about me?" I furrowed my brows and straightened up in my seat defensively.
He glanced over at me briefly then back to the darkening road, "Are you always like that?" Flipping the question back onto me.
"Am I like what?" I replied sharply. Just because he was kind enough to drive me home didn't mean that he had just thrown out all his own feelings about the situation.
He rolled his eyes jokingly, "You know what I mean. Are you always, ya know" He stiffened his arms and facial features to mimic a... robot?
I couldn't help but grin and roll my eyes at his nonsense, "No. I'm not." I leaned back to my spot at the window, the grey sky was now nearly black. "You all are just kinda...mean."
He feigned offense with a gasp and a hand on his chest, "You think I'm mean Vallie?"
Nicholas was the first one out of the lot to actually call me by my name, it was nice.
I chuckled and lightly smacked his arm. I normally didn't let my personality show much with clients, especially so early, but his playful energy was contagious. With the way everything happened, I didn't really expect to get along with any of them, nonetheless have fun. But Nicholas made me feel comfortable already, he made it easy to settle in to the less-than-ideal circumstances.
When we arrived at my temporary home, it was pouring rain and it was only getting worse. "Fuck," I breathed out, trying to analyze the space between the car and my front door. "I can barely see a foot away." I said as I watched the sheets of cold rain come down blocking any visibility. I looked over at Nicholas who was doing the same as me, looking at the rain in extreme apprehension. "You can't drive home in this."
He feigned confidence, "Oh," blowing away the caution. "I'll be fine."
"Nick, you literally can't even see in front of you." I pointed to my hidden driveway. "Just come inside until it calms down?" I offered. "It's the least I can do for letting you take me home."
It didn't take much more convincing before he immediately turned the car off and reached behind for an umbrella, "Let's get the fuck out of here." And jumped out of the car, popping open the umbrella and quickly made his way around the car to get me.
We booked it towards my front door but with his longer legs than mine, he ended up way ahead of me. "Hey!" I call over the loud roar of the storm. He glanced over his shoulder at me then reached behind to grasp my hand. It wasn't until that split second that I noticed his eyes, they nearly blended into the blue-gray translucency of the rainy background.
Once finally in my foyer we were soaked, freezing and dripping rain everywhere. "I don't suppose you have a towel?" He chuckled, hugging his own body for warmth.
I found myself grinning at his endearing laugh, "Yeah I got you."
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I returned with a towel for him while I used another to squeeze the water out of my hair. "I thought it wasn't supposed to rain in California." I commented peeking out the thin window next to my door.
"You say that like you're new here?" He observed as he mimicked my actions on his similarly long hair. My eyes lingered on him, completely drenched with his black shirt clinging to his abdomen and strands of wet hair framing his tan face.
"Nah." I shook my head to break my stare. "Well, I guess new now, I used to live here a long time ago. I flew in from New York a couple days ago for the meeting with you guys. Seems I'll be staying much longer now."
"Ah, that makes sense." He nodded with a poorly hidden playful smirk.
"What does?" I questioned with a propped brow.
"You would be from New York." He teased.
I lightly smacked his arm with feigned offense, "What does that mean!"
He chuckled, "The designer bags, the business casual vibe, the boots. I don't know, you just have a New York vibe." He shrugged.
"That's a tad pretentious don't you think?" I rolled my eyes and started walking away towards the hallway.
"Me?" He scoffed, "If anyone is pretentious around here it's you."
I glared at him over my shoulder, "You're awfully rude to someone who's providing a dry safety right now."
He put up his hands in defense, "Alright, alright." He laughed, "You don't happen to have some like, spare ‘male’ clothes? I mean I'm pretty skinny so I could probably fit into any-"
"Yes, I got you." I chuckled and motioned him to follow me to the guest bath. "Be right back."
Once in my bedroom, I dug through my suitcase to find an oversized tee and some sweatpants. I spun on my heels with the clothes folded perfectly in my arms and headed back to him. When I stepped into the doorway, I was thrown off to see him already shirtless. My eyes dwelled on his tan tattooed skin longer than they should've, trailing down his abdomen to his jeans unbuckled just enough to show the band of his boxers. I quickly blinked and jutted the pile out to him. "Here."
I was relieved to see he hadn't noticed my wandering eyes. He just gave me a wide smile, it was so bright and happy, you would've thought I handed him a kitten. "Thank you so much." Taking the stack with one hand on the bottom and the other on top and placing them down on the vanity. I caught my gaze lingering again, this time on his large, tattooed hands – with such long fingers. "Are they your boyfriend's?" He asked.
I nearly busted out laughing, "God no – exes."
"You keep your exes' clothes?" He questioned with a propped brow.
"What! They're comfy." I crossed my arms with a playful huff.
Nicholas pulled the black cotton shirt up by the shoulders and let it unravel in front of him, "Well, your ex has good taste." And turned the oversized band tee to me.
"Oh," I brought a hand up to mouth to cover a grin, "That's actually mine. But you can still wear it, I don't mind."
"You like Dayseeker?" He asked, doing very little work to hide his shock.
"Yes? What did you think I listen to?"
"I don't know... I figured something like Harry Styles, since you manage him." He replied completely serious.
I giggled and lightly smacked his arm, "What is it with you guys thinking I work for Mr. Styles?"
"Well don't you?" He inquired earnestly.
I gave it some thought before deciding to play into it, "Hm...well I'm legally not allowed to say." Giving him a suspicious eyebrow wiggle.
"See! I knew it!" He practically jumped with victorious fists.
I rolled my eyes at him, "I'm gonna change too, then I'll be in the kitchen when you're done, I'm starving."
As I was walking away, he called from behind the cracked bathroom door, "You know we toured with Dayseeker!"
"Maybe I'd actually go to that show then!" I teased from down the hall.
A laugh boomed from the bathroom, "You're pretty funny Val."
I felt an unexpected warmth bloom on my cheeks accompanied with a small churn in my stomach. I shook my head of the feeling. I must've just been really hungry – or majorly under-caffeinated.
After throwing our clothes in the drier and practically raiding my entire pantry. We sat crisscross on my Airbnb's stale modern couch facing each other from each end. My outfit was nearly identical to his, oversized shirt and sweatpants with even my dark hair matching his in a messy bun. I pulled a Dorito from the bag then handed it over to Nicholas while he handed me back the cheese doodle bag in exchange.
"Bet you didn't expect to be rained in with your new scary manager," I gave some spooky finger exaggeration to the words, "While sharing Doritos... and cheese puffs."
"No, dude, you're so much more chill than I thought you'd be." He took two sandwiched Doritos into his mouth with a big crunch. "The guys just need to get over it and get to know you better." He continued, covering his full mouth like a true gentleman.
I smiled softly and looked down at the chip bag in front of me. I guess I hadn't realized until just then that maybe them all instantly hating me had impacted me more than I thought. It was a risky career decision that I made for mostly their benefit and I was only met crude behavior. It's hard not to feel something when complete strangers immediately hate you, especially when you have to work with them. While I had made a name for myself in the industry, I still hadn't gotten used to the cutthroat business of it. I was navigating my career on my own, just like them.
"Hey," Nick spoke up gently breaking me out of my haze. "They'll come around, I promise. Especially when Noah does, the other two will follow."
"Yeah." I said softly, smoothing out the edges of the chip bag. It was something I always did when I got lost in my mind, I'd just fold or organize things to distract myself.
"Look, hey," He leaned over and placed his hand on my own, "I'm sorry for the way we acted, especially Noah. It's not cool or... or professional at all." His hand on me felt like a jolt of lightning that spread warmth over my entire body; in some odd way, it comforted me.
My eyes met his over the kind gesture and I was once again amazed by his almost silver eyes. "Thanks." I said quietly giving him a tight-lipped smile. His eyes seemed so genuine, I wanted to believe him.
"Hey, what about," He began excitedly with gears visibly turning in his mind, "What if we host like a party or like a get together or something, for just the five of us? To like get to know each other a little? Ya know, break the ice."
It was like a lightbulb moment in my head, a dim one, but a lightbulb nonetheless. "That... that could work. I guess that wouldn't be so bad."
His wide grin held the same authenticity as his eyes did. "Great! I'll get with the guys, maybe this weekend?"
I nodded, "Sounds good to me." It was only then that I noticed the way my hand was still tingling from where his hand was.
"Cool." He grinned and reached out to swap bags with me again. He leaned backward a little to peek out the window checking the weather. "Well, it doesn't look like the rain is stopping anytime soon. You wanna watch a movie or something?" He suggested, "A scary movie is perfect for this type of weather."
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I usually liked scary movies, but Nicholas picked out some indie one with such an unnerving tone. It was definitely a choice for a movie night with someone you barely know, nonetheless a colleague. Regardless, something about the unsettling movie, the dark storm outside, and my freezing cold AC, we somehow ended up sat next to each other crisscross in the middle of the couch.
Nicholas' eyes were glued to the flat screen, the movie was evidently affecting him the same way as it was me. He glanced over to me, "Oh, we can stop if you want!" He offered over-enthusiastically.
"No, actually I'm fine." I declined with a hint of competition in my voice, "Why are you scared?"
"No, no, I'm fine." He replied quickly, straightening up beneath his own blanket.
"You look pretty scared Nick." I teased, nudging his blanket-covered shoulder with mine.
"Me? Oh no, I'm not." He said confidently, "You just look scared is all."
I chuckled with a slight chatter in my teeth, "No, I'm just cold."
"Oh, you coulda said something!" He grinned at me and suddenly the fear in his grey eyes vanished. "Here." He scooted closer and overlapped half his blanket over my own. The added warmth of the layered blanket and his body next to me helped to ease my own fear.
"Thanks." I smiled softly, purposely avoiding his eyes. There was a short uncomfortable lull in the air until I readjusted under the blankets and ended up even closer to him. Somehow our knees meeting in the middle relaxed me. As I leaned into the comfort, I was met with something else entirely. My heart rate was rising, and a funny swirling pit plummeted into my stomach.
I felt paralyzed next to him, utterly terrified of the heat that spread through my body and pooled in my core. Whatever the feeling was, I needed to snuff it out.
Next Chapter -> 05 - Trust Building Exercises
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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, DCU
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clark Kent & Jason Todd, Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Martha Kent, Clark Kent & Jonathan Kent, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne
Characters: Jason Todd, Clark Kent, Martha Kent, Jonathan Kent, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth
Additional Tags: Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Clark Kent Needs a Hug, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Everyone Needs A Hug, Clark Kent moves to gotham, everyone is confused, No one knows what's going on, Jason Todd Lives, Canon of all forms is ignored, This doesn't come from any canon universe, I pick and choose what I want to believe
Summary:
Clark Kent moves to Gotham as a teenager after an unfortunate event at school. There he meets Jason Todd. And then, several months after that, Clark wakes up to Jason screaming.
Apparently a Joker with no Kryptonite can't win against a Kryptonian. Who knew.
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“Love you a little too much.”
Pairing ೃ⁀➷ Earth 42! Miles Morales x Fem! Reader
Summary ೃ⁀➷ Lovers have secrets of their own, no matter how much they come to trust each other, whether it be a past mistake or an unspoken trauma. For you and Miles, however, your secrets came in the form of hidden identities— one being a masked vigilante, and the other a mastermind.
Genre ೃ⁀➷ Forbidden love, mutual pining, eventual angst♡
Tags ೃ⁀➷ Both are artists, reader is from a very wealthy family, both are living double lives, underaged smoking, reader is female and uses she/her pronouns, forbidden love (ish?), swearing, daddy issues, mommy issues, reader is unhinged, both are mentally unstable, lots of flirting.
Author's Note ೃ⁀➷ so I kinda switched it up and in this fanfic, reader is the one giving mixed signals.
Chapter 2: The Secrets You Keep
Warning ೃ⁀➷ Profane language, underaged smoking, mixed signals, horrible Spanish, mommy issues.
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Silvery pavements, busy streets, neon lights, and brick-cold air.
New York never truly rests, as they say. A concrete jungle where dreams were once made of. All of what was once so promising about the Yorker dream was plucked out individually with each passing year; money, careers, romance, and peace. Even now, you try to find the beauty of what was once the New York your mother adored, yet what only stared back was this desolate, tragic dystopia. A city that's fallen to ruin.
As the traffic unknots, Miles gently nudges you to the inner part of the sidewalk— subtly shielding you away from the vehicles.
Gentlemen, your mother used to always say. You'll find them not in the fineness of their clothes, but in the way they treat their women.
You can almost picture her, sitting right in front of you with that sickly sweet grin on her face, pearls hanging from her neck and mascara running down her cheeks. Buried beneath her wedding band was a dying cigarette, to which she pulls to slip in between her lips— taking consecutive sips.
There was almost never a time your mother was a mess.
Almost.
Staring at your mother was like staring into a wretched mirror. You were everything she could've been, and she was all you might become.
There was nothing more frightening than looking into your future and finding nothing promising.
"Hey, that's new." And Miles, yet again, pulls you out of your murky thoughts.
"What is?" You pique, the sight of the city dragged back into your sights. Miles points at the ivy-covered building in front of you. It gleamed in warm colors inside, a sight utterly fitting of the autumn season. Its wide, Palladian windows were embellished with orange curtains and striped green dormers. Atop the roof sat a sign, the name of the establishment written in bold, vermilion cursive. You were lulled by the smell of s'mores, hot chocolate, and pie— all the sweet things that reminded you of your precious childhood memories. It had you standing there, reminiscing over the times that were long gone.
"I think it's a café and a book store. Two in one, pretty neat." Miles mentions, looking over to the sight of you. The store's lights seeped out the windows, its golden hues gleaming over your face, highlighting your lashes. You were too lost in thought to even notice his staring.
"How pretty." You airily whispered.
"Yeah." Miles replies, sights still glued onto you.
His gaze soon lowers, noticing your trembling hands fiddling with the hem of your hoodie— a habit the both of you shared. Hesitantly, he lifts his finger, urging to intertwine it with yours.
"Do you think I can apply as a part-timer there?"
He shoves his hands down his pocket instead.
“You wanna apply?”
“Yeah. I wanna save up for summer.”
He raised a brow. “That’s still next year, though?”
“I’m planning on going on a road trip.” You began, a clear view of your plans surfacing in your mind. “I’m getting my driver’s license next year too, so I really want to make the most of it.”
“Driver’s license?”
“Yeah, I’m sixteen.”
“Damn,” Miles shook his head in amusement. “Y’know, I tend to forget you’re older than me.” He then places his hand next to your temple, aligning it with his shoulder. “And it doesn’t help that you’re… This short.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
And of course, Miles indeed didn’t shut the fuck up.
"… Y’know, I bet you'd walk out on your first day with an arson charge."
The two of you meet gazes once more. Miles looked at you with a dead stare, as if he was serious. "What? You're the one talking shit about wanting to go to jail."
"Yeah, I'm boutta fulfill that part of my checklist after I'm done strangling you."
He raised his brows, subtly amused. "Kinky."
You try to slap his arm, but he manages to dodge your hit. He stares deep into your oh-so-fiery glare, cheeks bursting from laughter.
"Look at'chu, you fight like a munchkin from the wizard of Oz."
Pulling your sleeves up, you ready yourself to brawl. "Yeah? Talk your shit, Tin Woodman."
“Oh, I will talk my shit, lollipop gild.”
Amidst your squabble, you and Miles push and pull against one other, lightly shoving each other off like little kids. Your fingers dig into the cloth of his jacket, gripping against his chest with fingers like steel. Though your little plan of shaking him by the collar is spoiled when an itch suddenly burns your nose. You turn around and sneeze, pulling away from his grasps.
".. God, I hate the cold."
He feigns a grimace, taking a step back. "Eww, germs."
"Shut up, you—“
"Stay away, you bubonic plague virus haver."
As you try to search for a comeback, you feel the same itch burn your nostrils— inevitably putting your words on hold. Miles watches as you placed your icy hands over your mouth, sneezing a couple more times. You could almost feel the cold climb up your arms like a ladder, leaving you a shivering mess. Some sort of heat begins to poke in the back of your neck, as though you were flustered like a little girl with a crush. You pull your sleeves down, stabbing your nails into your palm. Miles takes this moment to go behind you, his hands reaching out to unzip your bag. He probes inside in search of your scarf, the long silk pouring out with the grip of his fingers, like [f/c] bleeding into his palm.
As you sniff, the boy turns to you, gently wrapping the cloth over your neck. You look up, beholding the sight of a serious Miles who was too preoccupied with tying the scarf, mumbling about what's the point of bringing the damn thing if you weren't even gonna use it.
“M’not even gonna get a bless you?” You tease.
“You got me: the biggest blessing of your life. What more do you need?”
You hum. “Lots of sleep and an essential oil bath bomb.”
“The fuck’s an essential oil bath bomb?”
“What I need.”
As he finished, he slowly smoothes out the creases with both palms, looking up to meet your stare.
"… What'chu looking at?"
With an airy laugh, you reply. "Just.. You."
His hands pause, yet they stay on your scarf.
"... Idiot." Miles mumbles, grip tightening. "Stop lookin’ at me like that."
"Like what?"
Like you'd follow me to the end of the earth.
"Like a dumbass." He casually answers, flicking his nails over your forehead. "Now get moving, I’ve gotta get you home.”
Miles look over to the café once more, a hand over your shoulder. Slowly, it slips off and trails down your arm before falling to his side. Instinctually, his finger lifts to reach out for your own, though it drops when he hears a buzz in your pockets.
Despite the amount of times it rang, you simply ignored the damn thing. Eventually you did reach out for it, but without even glancing once at the texts, you set it all on 「☾ Do Not Disturb.」
It was only then, as each street passed, that Miles began noticing how the both of you were slowly exiting Brooklyn's poorest areas and started entering what seemed to be the finer parts of the borough. From skeletal buildings and desolate apartments, colorful brownstones appeared before his eyes— showered in leaves of scarlet and orange. It was the sort of Brooklyn you'd find in the movies, the dreamy sort of Brooklyn it used to be three years ago.
An immediate fresh breath of nostalgia.
There was that tiniest hope that lingered deep inside of him, believing that Brooklyn’s still savable.
Eventually, the both of you spot the local Gristedes down the road, the building growing larger with each step. Miles opted to slow his steps down, just to walk longer with you and yet, you paced hurriedly. He follows the sight of your silhouette prancing around, admiring you from afar. When you can no longer sense him, you turn around and halt your walk, waiting for him to keep up. Miles hurriedly jogs to meet you, humming a sweet tune when a sort of blurry vision clouds his mind.
A piercing pain shoots through his temple, making him wince. For a moment, his vision blurs and spots of red taint his eyes. Suddenly, you appear before him in the midst of a fire— glaring at him with such hatred. Your silhouette appears as a dark burgundy, taking center in a world set ablaze.
You call out his name in the feverish illusion.
"Miles."
He winces, taking a step back.
"Miles!"
Suddenly, he's pulled back into reality with your voice.
There you stood, eyes so riddled with worry.
"... What..?"
"Are you okay?" You walk back to him, placing a hand over his forehead. "Are you sick? What happened?"
He gasps for air, but only once. Seeing you now, looking so worried about him, it was enough confirmation that what he saw was all just a dream.
But what in the hell what was that?
As your hand presses against his cheek, Miles cups over it with his own, following the lead of your voice to find peace. "Sorry," He finally spoke, voice too much of a whisper for you to process. "It’s like I hallucinated or sum.”
You click your tongue. "You just had one hit of vape, man, the fuck you on?”
He mumbles an incoherent explanation, to which you grumble. “Do you need medicine? Maybe I can—“ You frantically turn your head in search of a place. “Maybe we can go somewhere and get you some medicine.”
“I’m fine, ma, don’t get all riled up.”
“You’re hot.”
“I know.”
“Not in that way!”
“Ouch.”
“I’m just– I’m worried about you, Miles.”
“Oh, are you now?” He teased, placing a hand over yours.
Miles gently places your hand down, eventually taking your other and burying them both in his palms. Your hands were much smaller and softer compared to his. Like velvet to leather, a paw to a claw.
He gently squeezed, an urge to hold them forever ringing in his mind. Miles looked up to see you and the way your eyes traveled from his hands, to his chest, up to his chin, and then straight into his gaze.
“Do continue worryin’ about me.” He whispers. “I’m feelin’ very special right now.”
You scrunched your brow, looking up with the softest gaze you ever endowed.
“Oh, is that right?”
“Mhm.”
It was enough to steal the air from his lungs. Of all the things, Miles didn't fear for this to all be a dream, he feared that this would all just be a game to you. Dreams would mean that this wasn't you, but a trickery of his mind— his anxiety. He'd be able to keep you once he wakes up. But since this was real, he'd have to suffer through the pain of either losing you or hating you, none of which were choices he liked.
He found you most confusing at times like these.
Most of the time, you were an open book. Your mouth was unfiltered, whether it be in conveying your emotions or saying the most out of pocket things, but at the same time, you often kept to yourself. He hardly heard anything about your family, your friends, or your life— aside from a few side stories you'd recall in the midst of reminiscing— other than that, you kept a lot of secrets.
And he didn't want to invade your privacy, or overstep your boundaries. He figured you'd tell him someday: the things that would bother you, or the memories that'd make you zone out for a few seconds.
He was too afraid of you finding out who he was. Too afraid of losing you, or hating you.
But moments like these were a detriment to his rationality.
In that icy weather, all that made Miles shiver was you.
“Miles.” You called out his name again. “... I think.. I have to go.”
Unconsciously, he mutters. “Already?”
“We’ll see each other again tomorrow.” You couldn’t help but comfort of him. “I promise.”
Let’s meet in our little place. I won’t call it my home, because home is wherever you go.
He swallows the lump that had formed at his throat, hesitantly releasing your hands. “Okay.” He sighs. “Okay, get home safely.” He detangles your fingers, savoring the warmth of your skin. You pivot your heel to leave, pulling your hood over your head. Miles simply watches as you walk and turn one last time.
“Bring your sketchbook next time, alright?”
He nods. “I will.”
“Buh-bye.” You wave one final time. Miles raised his hand to bid you adieu.
If only you knew.
As you disappear down the block, Miles clutches the notebook carefully hidden in his inner pocket.
It was at that moment, Miles couldn’t help but ponder.
How could I show you my sketchbook when all it’s filled of is you?
Uh, uh, catch me ridin’ like a bitch
Got the six forty-five, catch me ridin’ with my bitch
Uh, long hair, Lana, that’s my bitch
Uh, You can tell by the swagger and the lips, uh
The radio eases down with the volume upon the flick of a finger.
“How was she?”
Snapped from the voice of his uncle, Miles’ head perks up. An icy water bottle flies past Aaron’s hand, tossing it over to Miles as it landed straight into his palms. “Did’ya finally tell her?” He adds, to which the boy slumps deep into his seat and grumbles.
Drenched in sweat and small bruises, Miles took his well-deserved break atop his uncle’s couch— chest rising and falling with each heave, wifebeater all soaked. He squints at the ceiling while lazily popping the cap off the bottle. “I don’t even have to tell her, man. She knows— I know she knows, but I dunno if- if she likes me too or if she’s jus playin’ w’me.” Miles manages to rant in between heavy breaths, mind and body completely exhausted from training. Aaron sits by his side, dragging a towel over his neck.
“Yikes. What makes you think that?”
The cold water smoothly flushes down his throat, easing his fatigue. “She flirts with me more than I flirt with her— damn, I can’t even get a single line in.”
“.. You like a chick that’s got more game than you?” Aaron reiterates, amused by what he’s hearing. He laughs at Miles’ frustrated face, shaking his head. “You sure you’re my nephew, man?”
“Oh, I’ve got game.” The boy defends himself. “I held her hands and everythin’. She’s prolly hella into me too.”
“Or, she just plays the game better than you do.”
“Nah—“ Miles denies, but it makes him think. “Nah, she’s into me. I’m sure of it, but I think she’s kind of like… Denying it or I dunno.”
He recalls the way you scrunched your brows, and looked up at him as though he was all you could ever want to look at. It’s got him zoning out, nibbling on the brim of his bottle like a nervous little pup. Aaron simply shrugs. “I’m just sayin’, Miles, it’s not like y’all are in the Titanic. I don’t see why she wouldn’t go for ya.”
“I mean,” He scavenges for the right words to say. “I mean, what if she’s like.. Not ready or sum?”
“… How old is she?”
“Sixteen.”
Aaron’s head spun in a quick flash. “Sixteen!? Aren’t you fifteen? Damn, now I don’t blame her. You’re a whole kid in her eyes, my man.”
“A ki— a kid!?” He scoffed. “I’d have to squat down just to reach her height— why the hell would she see me as a kid?”
While taking a sip off his bottle, Aaron lifts a finger cautiously. “That,” He spoke in between sips. “That’s the reason why she sees you as a kid.” Miles furrows his brows, completely anonymous to the reason. “You’re too defensive. You should be more suave, my man. Be a gentleman.“ He pulls up a couple moves. “Jazz her like this. The ladies love dancing.”
“You telling me I gotta dance with her or sum?” Chewing on his cheek, he grumbles. “Now, how the hell do I do that?”
Aaron hums.
“You know all about the shoulder touch?”
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Dark halls, hushed voices in a box.
“I’m not having this conversation with you again.”
The chair’s legs screech against the marble as he stands up.
"She's turning sixteen next year, hardly even eighteen, if this gets out— not only would it be harmful for our family reputation, she'll be permanently eradicated from receiving opportunities in the future."
A dead gaze hung in the darkness, eyeing the figure that stood before him stubbornly.
"Your sister is incredibly capable, and she's doing a lot to support our means for the sake of the family."
Tick. Tick. Tick.
"Which is more than what I can say for you, Antonne."
Antonne stood before his father, chin held high and gaze, unyielding. The old man tapped his pen against the mahogany, each tick filling in the spaces between the clock's ticking. Within the spaces, and with each passing second, Antonne stood in the thick tension that filled the office like a soldier keeping his head above water.
The old man’s pen points at him accusingly. "Be happy for her, as she's cleaning up after your mistakes. Who would you be without your sister?”
The boy tenses.
“Do you think you’ll be able to save yourself?”
Antonne stood by the hall, eyes daunt and staring a thousand yards deep into an invisible void. For a while, he shortly allowed his mind to go completely blank. Well, it wasn't entirely blank, it was full— but everything was all blurred together that it was better to think that he was thinking about nothing.
A restless mind paired along with an unfortunately still beating heart.
His head’s piqued when a familiar sound of footsteps begin to permeate amidst the hall. The steady sound of heels thumping against the carpet, like a careful warning to those who stood in her way.
“Antonne,” Her voice calls out. “What are you doing out here?”
Your presence emerges from the shadows like a ghost who’d waited for too long. He steps in front your father’s office door, as if to block your entrance. Parting his lips, he calls for your name.
“… Your job. Are you sure you want to partake in such a thing?”
You raise a brow, understandably befuddled by his sudden disruption.
“I’m going to be honest with you.” He begins. “Our family is not the best. Our money doesn’t come mainly from sanctioned ways although we parade it as though it were. I can forgive all that, but what I can’t forgive is ruining all your potential.”
“I don’t understand. Where is all this coming from?” Your gaze narrows harshly. Though you try to appear genuinely ignorant of what he’s saying, the knowledge of it was enough to make your blood boil. Antonne sighed a deep sigh, a million words pouring into his mind like waves crashing.
“I am simply worried about you,” He claims. “You’ve been handling these affairs since you were thirteen. And it’s unfair for you to handle such things when you’re only fifteen—“
“I’m sixteen.”
“… When you’re only sixteen.”
You scoff. “Do you even have any idea of what I’m doing?”
“.. The job you’re doing, was my job three years ago.” Antonne’s words made you grit your teeth. “I know all about what you do, and I may have failed in what I did— I’m not as smart or as cunning as you— but I’ll never forget how that job ruined me.”
You snicker. “You talk like that, but you want the job to yourself.”
Your brother stiffens, but his face remains ever-so stoic.
“It’s better for you to give the job to me.”
“This is what it’s all about?” Your voice lividly lowers into a hush as you take a step towards him. “You abandoned all your responsibilities, made me carry the hotel for three years, and now that the work’s lighter, you want to take it away from me?”
With each step you take, Antonne soon finds his back pressed against the door, swallowing the lump that had formed at his throat. With one final attempt to get you to listen, he finally pulls.
“Does he know?”
Gesturing over to the fineness of your clothes, the shine of your pearls, Antonne then hissed.
“That boy you meet in Brooklyn. Does he know who you are?”
Visibly startled upon the mention of Miles, your frustration crumbles into caution. Your head turns away, lids twitching. “I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about.” Was your attempt of a lie. Antonne straightened his lips, determined to rekindle his confident stature.
“… How naïve of you.” Antonne seethed. “Do you think father’s going to let this go once he finds out?”
You scoff. “Is that a threat?”
“A warning.” He corrects of you. “Have you forgotten who you are? You’re our family’s only daughter— you’re the face of our family in high society. Not only that, but you’re engaged.”
“I’m sixteen. Fuck you mean ‘engaged’? That engagement’s hardly been processed as a legitimate promise. You and I both know it’s for the sake of shutting up the Fisks, anyway.”
“It’s scandalous.” Antonne spewed with venom on his tongue. “You’re not a kid. You’re two years away from being an adult.” He thrusts an accusing finger into your shoulder blade. “And everyone’s eyes are on you— if people were to ever find out about your little escapade, you’d be ruined.”
“Then cover it up.” You ruthlessly shoot back. “That’s all our family ever does anyway.”
As you try to maneuver past him, Antonne then interjected.
“Then what about that boy? What would he think?”
And that’s enough to make you freeze.
“Would he be able to handle you? You… Don’t forget that he could’ve known someone who was a victim.”
You could almost imagine Miles’ face contorting into disgust upon the unveiling of the truth. An inevitable scene. You’d been trying to run away from the scene like a dog with your tail caught between your legs. Your teeth dig a little too deep into your lips, blood seeping in the corners of your frown. Though you try to keep your composure, the mention of Miles was enough to send you trembling.
“No matter how much you hide it, he’ll learn about your identity sooner or later.”
“He won’t.” Your reply came out haggardly. “He won’t find out.”
“And what makes you so sure?”
Your jaw clenches, eyes bloodshot from exhaustion. You think about throwing something at him, or pulling on his hair— yet you ease your nerves like any other dignified girl.
As if on cue, your father opens the door, exchanging glances between you and your brother, reeking of fresh tobacco and dust.
“What the hell are you two doing, bickering in front of my door?”
His voice is harsh and demeaning, like winter at its worst peak. A voice that haunted you all throughout your younger years, now it was just nothing but another normality to you and your dull days.
“It’s nothing, dad.” You reassure, casting a side-eye at Antonne. “Nothing at all.”
Only then, you pulled the manila folder up to exit the situation. “In regards to the landscaping for the hotel, I have the submissions. I figured we should discuss about it.”
“Right,” He snaps his fingers. “Shall we?”
You leave Antonne in the darkness, shutting the door with a slam.
“God… She’s going to be the death of all of us.”
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FIC RECOMMENDATIONS
Hello! I've decided to update my recommendation list and give it a bit more structure, this is why I'm making a new list and try to keep it updated as often as possible. (The old list will still be available don’t worry)
To my fellow fanfic creators, I can't even put into words how much I appreciate you all. You're all so good at what you are doing. Thank you for sharing your masterpieces with us! ♡
Please read the content warnings for each piece of fiction! Most of them are NSFW so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
LAST UPDATED APRIL 3 2024
BAD OMENS:
Noah Sebastian x OC/Reader:
✫ JUST PRETEND by @thefallennightmare & @thescarlettvvitch
✫ ENTOMBED by @thescarlettvvitch
✫ MERCY by @thefallennightmare
✫ I TOOK YOUR KEYS, IT WAS ME by @badnoahmens
✫ SWEEP ME OF MY FEET by @badnoahmens
✫ PULLED FROM THE GREY by @crimson-calligraphyx
✫ SWEETENED BREATH, TONGUE SO MEAN by @rottingfern
✫ SCREAM by @foliosriot
✫ THE ROTTEN AND UGLY by @foliosriot
✫ THE INEVITABILITY OF LOVE AT SECOND SIGHT by @veronicaphoenix
Nicholas Ruffilo x OC/Reader:
✫ SAFETY NET by @measuredingold
✫ DISGUISED IN YOUR SHEETS by @deathblacksmoke
✫ DELICATE BEGINNING RUSH by @concreteburialplot
Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x OC/Reader:
✫ LITTLE ONE by @cowpokeomens
✫ ABSOLUTION by @cowpokeomens
✫ SCAR by @ladyveronikawrites
✫ LIKE BRANCHES IN A FLOOD by @the-way-of-words
Nick Folio x OC/Reader:
✫ CLUTCH by @kingdomof-omens
✫ LIMONCELLO by @sinkingteethinwhitenoise
✫ HARDER by @sorrowsofsilence
✫ THE CRAZIER I CAME by @deathblacksmoke
Matt Dierkes x OC/Reader:
✫ FOR YOU? NEVER by @thefallennightmare
✫ JUST FOR TONIGHT by @withcrossesandframes
✫ MATT DIERKES FRIENDS TO LOVER REQUEST by @thcfountain [Matt Dierkes x ace afab!Reader]
Other Pairings:
✫ LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE by @ladyveronikawrites
✫ CALL ME WHEN YOU GET THE CHANCE [Noah Sebastian x Nick Ruffilo x fem!Reader] by @deathblacksmoke
✫ DOMINATE THE GAME [Coach Davis!Noah Sebastian x female reader x Coach Cerulli!Chris Motionless] by @ladyveronikawrites & @nerdraging4point0
Love Triangle:
✫ VIRALITY [Nicholas Ruffilo x fem!OC & Noah Sebastian x fem!OC] by @concreteburialplot
MOTIONLESS IN WHITE:
Vinny Mauro x OC/Reader:
✫ SURPRISE by @ravieisunhinged
✫ BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE by @beaker1636
✫ SWEET BOY by @circle-with-me
Ricky Olson x OC/Reader:
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Chris Motionless x OC/Reader:
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Other Pairings:
✫ EVERY ROSE HAS ITS THRONS by @cookiesupplier [Ricky Olson x OFC x Chris Motionless]
dividers by @saradika-graphics
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Later that evening, Donatello—back to his normal self—and April were sitting on the roof of her building looking across the skyline. Although the city lights made it impossible to see any stars, he had always found a stark kind of beauty in the harsh lines of the glass and concrete jungle.
April sighed happily and leaned her head on his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re my boyfriend.”
“Okay?” he said, not sure why she felt the need to say it just then. When he felt her disapproving nudge, he snaked his arm around her waist. “I’m glad you’re my girlfriend, too. Obviously.”
Chapter 6 of of my apritello fanfic Different with you is up on AO3.
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Whew, the story has finally come to an end! Thanks for reading and/or engaging with my art, everybody 😊 I have a potential sequel in mind that focuses on Leon’s dating (mis)adventures, so if y’all are interested in that please let me know and I’ll bump it up on my list of priorities.
I’m planning on a grayro polyamorous Leon with multiple ships. The ones I’m sure about are Leon/Sunita/Cassandra and Leon/Aldo (my oc from this fic). Some other ones I’m considering are Usagi Yojimbo (probably using 2003 TMNT as his personality inspiration) and Bishop (also pulling from 2003, but less immortal angsty man and more freshly minted government agent), but let me know if there are any ships you’d like to see.
In terms of art, I'll be dipping into my buffer, which means I'll be posting original stuff and not TMNT for a bit. I have plans for a New Year apritello drawing, though, so stay tuned for that!
#art#fanart#writing#fanfic#digital art#apritello#tmnt#rottmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#donatello#april o'neil#leonardo#michelangelo#raphael#splinter#baron draxum#kirby o'neil#bridget o'neil
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A small tribute sketch to @chaldeaslunchbox
For her Fanfic Roommates
What is the story about : It was luck meeting the first time, the second time it was fate. They were two people with passion in their hearts striving to become their best selves in spite of what they lost in the concrete jungle. The unlikely rainy evening brings them to each other, and together, once again, they begin to move forward.
(And a small sorry i got the outfits wrong according the chapter but i was far ahead )
There are many things that i enjoy in the story and I hope you discover them as well
shoutout to @fate-inspiration because she helped me out when i got a bit stuck
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Bad Omens focused fanfic author who is in their 30's. This is a sideblog so I can't follow anyone back but this doesn't mean I'm uninterested in being friends.
REQUESTS CURRENTLY CLOSED.
MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED. HATE WILL BE BLOCKED.
masterlist under readmore.
Matt Dierkes requested smut.
-> @/littlechickenuggets requested: "Request for the first time you sleep with Matt and he’s all gentle and caring because we know he’s tough on the outside but all gooey on the inside ❤️"
Noah x afab reader x Jolly smut.
-> "When a fan wins a backstage pass to see BAD OMENS in concert, she ends up with more than she bargained for. A night of passion from her wildest fantasies ensues."
Matt Dierkes requested smut.
-> "Hellooo! So, I saw Matt saying on Twitter that he didn't accept open relationships, in other words, it seems like he's a little jealous, so could you write a situation when Matt have jealous? Pleaseeee! 🥹"
Jolly x F!reader x Noah smut.
-> "Summary: "A stalker has been leaving you with gifts for some time now, what you don't realize is how close to home the stalker is to you."
Noah x Nicholas smut.
-> "summary: Nicholas has been feeling overly horny while on tour and Noah offers to help out, what are friends for after all?"
Matt x Ace, Afab!Reader.
-> "anonymous asked: "I saw requests are still open and was wanting to request a cute little friends to lovers with Matt? If they’re not open totally ignore this 😅 I love you work!!"
Matt x afab!Reader.
-> "anonymous asked: "I just had like the worst day at work 🙃 could I request a cute little something where Matt helps reader get her mind off of a bad day? I love the way you write Matt 💙"
Jolly x Reader / Noah x Reader / Ruffilo x Noah x Folio smut.
-> "The band is over for movie night but reader is overly bratty and mischievous, especially since Jolly had previously brought up the idea of bringing his friends in on certain aspects of their sex life."
Matt x Reader.
-> anon asked: "okay but Matt with a insecure/shy reader and he makes them feel better?"
Matt x afab reader.
-> Y/N is the new assistant tour manager and Matt absolutely hates her. Or does he? Enemies to lover as requested by anons.
H4CK3R. A Noah x Original transmasc character story.
-> "Summary: Set in during the CONCRETE JUNGLE COMICS there exists a fifth member of the BAD OMENS SYNDICATE - an anonymous being known to the masses as "THE HACKER".
THE SWEETHEART KILLER.
-> The media and news outlets have dubbed the local serial killer terrorizing their town as The Sweetheart Killer. Unbeknownst to the sleepy little town, their favorite couple, Noah Sebastian and Oli Sykes, harbor dark secrets.
DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.
Part One. Part Two.
Dating Noah. (transman reader)
Dating Noah. (ciswoman reader)
Dating Noah. (transwoman reader)
Dating Noah. (afab, bi reader)
Dating Noah. (afab & asexual reader)
Dating Folio. (ciswoman reader)
Dating Jolly. (ciswoman reader)
Dating Ruffilo. (ciswoman reader)
Dating Matt. (ciswoman reader)
Spicy Alphabet with Matt. (ciswoman reader)
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mdni banner credits one and two and three.
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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
CHAPTER TEN
Bad Omens x Star Wars
Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader
CW: THE END OF THE SLOWBURN; oral (f recieving), hot shower sex😏
Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was. A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @roley-poley-foley, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable.
Word Count:1.4k
Crossposted: Wattpad & A03
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May the Force be with you✨
Zebastian leads you to his private refresher connected to his bedroom. Sleek charcoal tile lines the walls. Centered by the vanity sink is a large round mirror lined with red lights that reflect the ambiance of the room.
Staring at yourself in the mirror, you hardly recognize the girl looking back at you. Wide eyes and a purple bruise forming on your cheek. Your hair is full of tangles and dirt. You examine the bruise more closely as the soft sound of water fills the room. Once steam starts to creep on the edges of the mirror, you abandon your ruminations.
Grimacing, you hesitate to lean down to remove your shoes.
“Allow me.” A deep voice rumbles from behind you. Startled, you stagger backward against the vanity as Zebastian crouches down at your feet. You suck in a shaky breath as you watch the usually intimidating man gently pull off your shoes.
“Thank you,” you smile down at Zebastian peering up at you, his signature dazzling grin spreading across his face. Your cheeks heat when he winks back at you as he places your foot on the tile floor. The cool surface soothes your aching feet.
As Zebastian rises he helps you remove your sling. You begin fumbling with the straps of your dress as a warm hand covers yours and guides the thin fabric down your arm. His body heat permeates the threads of your dress as he shifts to help you with the other strap. Zebastian turns away as you approach the shower, clutching the dress close to your chest. Goose pimples creep up your legs and arms as the fabric falls to the floor. The warm water greets you instantly and your sore muscles cry out for relief.
Stepping into the refresher after the senator’s daughter, her eyes go wide and her mouth drops open. Sure, this wasn’t really the time I thought I would see her naked for the first time; I would have preferred her to be spread out on my silk sheets bare and ready for me, but someone had to help her bathe.
And that someone is me.
She steps back into the steady stream of water, wincing as she tries to cover herself with her good arm. My eyes stay fixed on hers looking up at me, her thick lashes shielding her eyes from the water. Her jaw clenches as I lean over her to grab soap and a cloth. I can see the fight in her eyes; she wants to stop me- to do it herself- but when she closes her eyes and tilts her head slightly, I know that’s all the permission I need as exhaustion melts her to my touch.
“Can I touch you?” I mumble into her ear, nerves tightening my stomach as the memory of her fear-stricken eyes flashes before me.
“Yes,” she hums.
Gently caressing her shoulder, I lather her bad arm first as it dangles at her side. She winces at first so I make quick work on it to move to her chest. My dick twitches when soft sounds trickle from her mouth as I caress her breasts. Thank the void her eyes are still closed. Even though I would do anything to make more of those pretty sounds tumble from her mouth, I move swiftly to clean her other arm. I hesitate when I look down at her fingers, smooth and unmarred compared to mine; scarred and etched in ink.
Suddenly, my mind begins to wander what it would be like if my hands were around her throat; imagining the sounds that would erupt from her mouth. Another hum from her tears me from my filthy thoughts. It’s strange to fight back the urge to touch more of her body, to let my finger graze every inch of her. But I want her to make the decision for herself.
Everything she has ever known has been decided for her, until now.
My hand on her hip keeps her steady while I wash the softness of her tummy and circle the cloth down her thigh. Before crouching at her feet again, I instruct her to hold onto the wall to keep her balance as I lift and wash her foot. I do the same to the other ignoring how close her cunt is to me. Her thigh twitches slightly to adjust to the awkward position and arousal shoots straight into my gut.
Swallowing a groan, I adjust to caress the back of her thighs to keep me stable but when I look up at her, her body glistening beneath the water and her swollen bitten lips, I can’t stop myself.
Gripping her hips I pull myself up and spin her against the other wall and away from the water. She yelps in surprise as her back smacks the tile. Her eyes are wide but there's a spark that shimmers across her iris.
“Can I touch you here?” Leaning down, my lips brush against hers as my hand snakes between her legs to gently cup her sex. Her body shivers to my touch, back arching off the wall. Her body is screaming yes. Nipping at her bottom lip, I try again.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
“Yes, Ze-,”
My name fades into a soft moan as I crouch down and throw one of her legs over my shoulder. Spreading her folds apart with my fingers, I lick from entrance to clit, sucking the sensitive bud between my lips. She cants against me as I wrap my arms around her hips pulling her closer. The fingers of her good hand grip my damp hair while the injured hand rests on my shoulder.
I’m drowning in her touch and I can’t get enough.
Flicking the tip of my tongue over her clit earns me the most beautiful sound from her bitten lips. Leaning back slightly, I peer up at her through hooded lids to find her head rolling back against the wall, and her eyes closed in bliss as her mouth pops open with every labored breath. She’s close. Her thigh tenses when I kiss and nibble the delicate flesh- a distraction- as I slowly slide one finger inside her.
“Oh,” she rasps breathless, as her pussy walls adjust to the invasion. I lick at her clit once more before sucking it between my teeth and curving my finger just right and suddenly...
Pain.
Pain shoots through my shoulder when she digs her fingers into me at the same time she clenches around the digit thrusting in and out of her. She tugs on my hair as I press my fingers into her hips, not enough to bruise but to keep her stable as her body tenses with overstimulation. Her body spasms and her back arches off the wall when she screams my name and drenches my tongue with her juices. Groaning against her wet heat, I suckle and slurp every last bit of what she gives me. She tastes divine and I crave more; a drug I can’t shake.
A chuckle forms in my throat when my lost girl pushes me away from her. A wide grin spreads on my face when I take in the sight of her ethereal bliss. Her body glistens from the mix of sweat and water, her hair sticks to the sides of her face and her bitten lips are red and swollen. The satisfied sigh from her lips is all I hear once I turn the water off.
“Hey,” I say softly as I caress her cheek with my thumb, her eyes flutter open and her breathtaking smile spreads across her face.
“Hi.”
“Are you ok, did I hurt you?” My chest tightens with an unfamiliar feeling of concern as I guide her out of the refresher.
Her cheeks flush pink before she responds with, “Yeah I’m OK.”
She huffs a protest when I wrap her up in a towel, her usual spark returning- but is muffled by a yawn. After dressing quickly, my hand on her back leads her back to my bedroom where she flops down on the large bed in the center of the room.
I rummage through the walk-in closet to find a black tunic and loose cotton lounge pants. She mumbles a thank you before I return to the bathroom to collect her dress with the hope I can salvage it for her.
I lean against the door frame as I watch the senator’s daughter snore softly in my bed. Tranquility washes over her soft features illuminated by the city lights. Sighing, I push myself off the wall when my wrist comm buzzes.
Duty calls.
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Prologue - In a Concrete Jungle
Noah Sebastian x OFC (Aurey)
(pictures edited by me. Originals url linked on the pictures.)
A/N : I thought about this one for a while and, even though I have a lot of other fanfics that are waiting to be finished/written, I wanted to share this one in particular with you :D It's been on my mind for months, the lore maturing in my head. It's going to be a LOT different from what I usually write but I'm trying things and despite the dark mood in this story I hope you'll enjoy it as well ! :D
Warnings/Tags : Strangers/Enemies to Lovers trope, violence, blood, post-apocalyptical universe, cyber-futuristic vibe, "no god, no religion" vibe (I don't mean any form of disrespect in any religion), mention of trauma, death, loss, drugs, mental and physical abuse, trust and abandonment issues. (Just in case MDNI please).
Disclaimer : I haven’t read the comic book “Concrete Jungle” written by Noah Sebastian and illustrated by many cover artists such as Nicola Izzo, Jeremy Wilson and many more, so I don’t know much about the lore and the universe. I just got inspired by the song and the few panels of the comic book that I saw about it. The rest is a pure work of my imagination and it’s not related to anything official. Nothing is canonically official. This is totally fanfiction. And so this is how I pictured the world in the song “Concrete Jungle”.
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She walked there, in this desolate landscape, with a strong determination. Two girls who seemed to look like her friends were following her, looking behind them briefly. Probably afraid of someone or something that will come after them. After all, they went out without authorization. They went out in this no man’s land, caused by gangs and mafias. Many civilians had perished. The survivors were hiding underground, in the subway. The reason why they went outside was because one of them, a girl with glasses and blue eyes, forgot her necklace at the church where she always went to pray. So after complaining to her friends about her precious loss, the strong-willed brunette who was among them decided to go and get the necklace back. The two other friends eventually followed her even though they were feeling nervous about disobeying.
“If we hurry, we will be back in no time” She said, trying to reassure her anxious friends.
And so, just like the bold brown-haired girl said, they arrived at the place. The church had been bombed. The two girls felt sad about the destruction, but the leader didn't seem to be moved by it. Instead, she was more focused on her mission, looking for the necklace, while making sure nobody would come to arrest them. She was in hypervigilance, almost looking paranoid. She looked everywhere under the seats and chairs that were still there until she saw something shiny. She reached for it and then wiped the dust on it. It was a crux with a silver chain.
“I found it, Faith.” She stated, calling for her friend.
The latter one walked towards her, analyzing what she found before realizing what it was.
“It's my necklace ! Thank you so much, Audy !” Faith replied happily, using the usual friendly nickname for her friend.
The latter one just nodded in silence, her focus back on her group and looking for their second friend.
“Where is Daisy ?”
The two of them looked around the ruined church before they saw the red-haired girl who was near some candles next to a shrine of prayer. She lit up a candle and prayed in silence for their sake. Faith joined Daisy, lighting up a candle as well while Audy was watching them, starting to get annoyed.
“Come on guys, we cannot stay here too long.”
“Just a few more minutes.” Daisy replied.
A few seconds later a breeze came through, extinguishing the timid flames on the two candles. From this moment, Faith and Daisy stood up and stopped praying, turning on their heels at the same time towards Audy.
“We’re done.” The first one said.
“The Lord has heard our prayers.” The second added.
“What ? Already ? But you just lit the candles a few minutes ago” Audy replied, confusion in her eyes.
“It is the way it is. It’s probably a good omen” Faith said.
“Wait.. Let me just light the candles again.” The brunette said sheepishly.
As she was going slowly to the shrine, about to light the candles with another one, both of her friends widened their eyes in shock, attempting to stop her.
“DON’T !” Daisy yelled.
“DON’T DO IT, AUDREY ! You’re disrespecting His words !”
The long browned-haired one stopped her movement in the air, the spark just above the candle’s wick reaching it slowly but surely. Then, she looked at Faith and Daisy, an angry and dead gaze in her dark eyes.
“Even if I lit up those candles again, do you think it would change a fucking thing for what happened to our city ? To our families ? To our friends ?” She replied, clenching her teeth together as she spat her words like venom, anger getting the best of her, before she continued.
“No, it wouldn’t. Don’t take that fucking breeze as a sign from your Lord, ‘cause you two know better that, if He wanted to help us, He would have done it already. We are responsible for our own downfall. For our own misery. And no Gods will ever help us. Only the demons that you’re afraid of will answer us because they're close to what we are.”
After that, she saw the shock on her friends' faces, trying to reach out to her and yelling at her that she was irreverent by saying those words. It was the shock before the sound of something falling as fast as lightning just dropped on the ruined church. And then everything exploded. Bricks of the building were thrown away at Daisy and Faith’s head, knocking them out immediately. Audrey got hit as well, feeling her blood flowing from her face before blurring her vision. The last thing she saw was her two friends on the ground, blood running from their heads. Then, it went completely white.
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Aurey woke up, sweating all over her body as she was panting, trying to gain some air. She put a hand on her forehead, trying to wipe the sweat away and checking it. There wasn’t any blood. She sighed in relief but not too long. She knew it couldn’t be just a dream.
“This wasn’t just a nightmare” She whispered to herself, knowing too well this situation.
She stood up, got her gear on her and packed her stuff together before leaving the spot where she slept. She knew she shouldn’t have slept there.
It was a small cave of collapsed buildings parted together which were composed of cables, metal pieces of broken engines everywhere.
It could crumble any minute. But she took the risk anyway, as she felt this one was more safe. She didn’t know how long she slept but she was aware it was late. Once she got out, she covered her nose as she smelled an heavy and toxic smoke. It was the smell of somewhat burned vehicles and trash cans not that far away. It was, probably, another threat from a gang who were arguing again in the city.
She put her customized respirator on, breathing again. Then, she started to climb up the ruins, reaching for a higher spot to get a better view. She climbed a few minutes after finding a window, which gave a great opening view from below. She took her binoculars out of her pocket and started to look around.
Through it, Aurey saw a usual wildfire in the city, on her right. She could barely hear the sound of gunshots. A lot was happening and she hoped her teammates could handle it while she went patrolling on her own. Suddenly she saw something blinking, in the corner of her left lens. She turned a bit more to her left and saw a black car entering the Nameless City. She had never seen a car like this before. This was the first time that she had witnessed new people arriving. Who could they be ? And why were they coming into this hell hole ? She made a mental note to herself to keep an eye on this vehicle and the people who were in it.
Meanwhile, Noah was lost in his thoughts as they were passing through the barbed wire gate of the city. He was just getting bored of the trip, having no idea why they got a call to come here. His partners and best friends in the car told him it was a well-paid mission, but he wasn’t really convinced by it. They had to do some cleanup as they were told. And given the sight of the city it seemed this town needed it. What was left of the police authorities were just broken cars, with no more tire or windows. They probably run away from all the chaos, just to survive somewhere else. Just being out of this mess. Noah kept staring through the window, his chin in the palm of his tattooed hand, just looking at all the clutter those crumbled buildings had made.
“A real concrete jungle…” He muttered.
Then he heard a howl. He was taken by surprise, not expecting to hear such a sound in this kind of city. He listened again, opening his window just to hear it more clearly. Another howling. It wasn’t human. It sounded more like an animal.
“ What was that ? Did you guys heard that ?” He said, his eyes widened as he couldn’t believe his ears.
"Heard what ?" Folio asked, not really paying too much attention to their surroundings.
"A howl. It sounded like a coyote. Or was it a wolf ?" Noah continued, his ears attentive to any other sound.
But the howling animal had stop. He still had no idea what his friends and him were getting into but he promised himself to investigate this strange city.
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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 | tmnt
I mean, go read or whateves XD It's a little fanfic I wrote years ago, it's silly and just something for me to have fun with! So, I'm sorry if it's not what you're expecting. The fic is meant to be a Bay! Raphael x oc and it's a slow burn! So if that tickles you're fancy, pls check it out
*cringing at how desperate I am*
Soon i'll be posting this here because I know a lot of people don't like wattpad anymore ( my self included ) and if anyone knows any other great writing website, I am open to suggestions! have a wonderful day <3
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concrete jungle where dreams are made of
bay! tmnt 2014 / au / 2016
book status: updates !
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Are you going to update your legally blond Star Wars fanfic?
Per my last post, I'm catching up on old Asks, AO3 comments, and messages received during my hiatus! (Psst, go do my Fanfic Poll)
I hope to do so soon! I have partial drafts for both "Why Not's And How To's" (Legally Blonde Jedi AU) and "The Kids (Are Not) Alright" (my young!Bad Batch AU), so those are towards the top of my list of things I'm hoping to update relatively soon.
Here's a little snippet from my drafts folder for chapter 10 in the interim:
When Fox finally emerges from the warm cocoon of bedsheets that is frankly offensively perfect in every conceivable way, utterly unlike any place where he has ever slept before, he somehow manages to do it without re-engaging his breakdown about the owners of said sheets. The massive window that takes up an entire side of the bedroom looks out only to the familiar concrete and durasteel jungle of Coruscant, but green vining plants hang from the apparatus that holds the dark curtains aloft in a stark contrast.
As Fox approaches the window on bare feet—cold against the flooring—he gently takes a fat, heart-shaped leaf into his hand and dips low to inhale through his nose. It smells wet. Like plant-matter, but not like dead plant-matter of the sort that is common to rot in the alleyways behind restaurants with the rest of the day’s scraps. It smells undeniably alive. It smells green. Fox didn’t even know that “green” was a smell that plants could have.
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